Mike D'Angelo’s review published on Letterboxd:
A.V. Club review. Second viewing clarified my main issue with this film, which is that it plays like self-therapy but declines to dig very deep. I mean, the famous Spanish filmmaker's ex-lover shows up after many decades, is deeply moved by a play based on their relationship, and tells the director "Every movie you made was an event in my life. And I was so proud that you were successful all over the world." Whole lot more glory than pain here imo.